Aaron ancient Bassianus Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson blood brother CHIRON Clown dead dear death deed Demetrius Denmark dost doth editions emperess emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio folio reads Fortinbras friends Ghost give Goths grace grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hecuba HENLEY honour Horatio is't JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Laer Laertes lapwing Lavinia look lord Lucius MALONE Marcus means mother murder never night noble o'er Ophelia Osrick passage play players poison'd Polonius pray Priam prince quartos read Queen revenge Rome ROSENCRANTZ Saturninus SCENE Shakspere shew signifies sons sorrow soul speak speech STEEVENS swear sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee THEOBALD There's thine thing thou hast thought TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto villain WARBURTON word
56 psl. - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
113 psl. - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake.
98 psl. - See, what a grace was seated on this brow ! Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
32 psl. - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature, So horridly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons HAMLET.
152 psl. - Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never, Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness : Ift be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
17 psl. - Seems, madam ! Nay, it is ; I know not " seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of...
68 psl. - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course.
113 psl. - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't.
20 psl. - I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't.